Last night wasn’t as good of sleep for me as the night before. We fed baby and by the time she was sleeping I had to wake up an hour and half later for my panadol. One step at a time – I’m very impatient to be healed down there but have to be realistic that it could take weeks. Panadol and the Medichill ice packs have been a Godsend.
I’m conscious of forcing myself to lie down and not put pressure on my pelvic floor – something I wasn’t aware of the first few days. Definitely less painful when I spend most of the afternoon sideways instead of upright.
So thankful for the food situation from Zi Jing Tang Sydney. Not having to think about food and just being fed is contributing to many positive vibes this past week. Especially since so many of the meals are foods I haven’t eaten in decades, brings back that nostalgia of my childhood in Taiwan.
Breastfeeding is going well but it feels like baby is feeding shorter and shorter. I hope it won’t change my supply or affect her appetite. She’s doing well gaining weight – wouldn’t want it to stop!
I keep picturing the future and feeling bittersweet. She won’t be a baby forever and I’m enjoying this phase so much. The connection when feeding, the skin to skin, her little drunk expressions, her newborn baby smells. It’s intoxicating!